Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1887-08-14
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contains long account of tiie SUI
| eide of 'sLong Brown," the z mbler
He took poison in l,is ,odg ng io'i>e.
and before dying wrote the follow
ing letter, which. for the unique
style Of treating the subject 81
death, can hardly be surpassed in
tire annals of suicidal literature, II
reads as follows:
Il am trying an experiment.
which l hope to make success.
If it is l shall be happy and Others
should be. | apologize to my
friends, but my enemies-if tliete
is possible chance-how busy l
will make it for them. This count
ry is played out and 1 have started
for those pale realms ofshade, where
each must take his chamber in
the silent halls of death. 1 don't
know what kind of treatment shall
get, and l don't care.
have a very fine trunk il. Carson
City, and it is not in soak either.
BY writing to G.. G. Bryson, Mayor
of the City. 1 want James Breen
to have it. There are some things in
it which know he will like to have.
The trunk is yours; use your own
judgment as to the disposition of
its contents. Destroy any letters
you may find. And now, James,
old boy, good bye, and all the rest
of my friends. Just put me in
box, as you are about to plant me,
drop in a small flask of whisky
straight no ice, unless it is petrified.
Address all correspondence in care
of his Satanic Majesty; he is a per-
sonal friend, and l think the oldest
resident of the camp l expect to
visit, and so he can make it pleasant
for me.
''Does this look like weakening,
or squealing? l expect to keep
open house tomorrow, but have
not picked out the place. l am nei-
Their crazy nor drunk. have done
this deliberately and OF my own free
will. Don't make any fuss, brass
band, and etc. One thing 1 do
request, that no individual will go
to any expense and say, poor fell
lowv The amount they will spend
might have done me good week
ago. Bat again, good bye; 1 am
satisfied. 1 shall have q pleasant
time; 1 shall be contented if I can
only find a par-o-dice. Don't kill
me for that l am old and only in
the way. So young fellow, sh l
thinking it working to a charm"
The last sentence must have been
written while the poison was work
ing.
Brown has been a familiar figure
about Virginia City, Carson and
Reno for many years. He lived en-
tirely off his familiarity with cards,
and generally lived well. He got
his name from his height, which
was over six feet. He was very
thoroughly versed in the modes of
his profession, and his genial humor
made him many friends. He was
keen observer, looked at the hui
morous side of everything, and was
cheerful under the most desperate
circumstances. For some years
past he had been "playing out of
luck" as the saying goes, and also
suffered from consumption and an
liberation of the leg.
Some months ago he wrote the
following letter to this office from
Reno:
"Send me down the APPEAL; that
is, if you are willing to do a work Of
Christian charity for a busted sport.
/ know that you charge So for the
sheet year, but between you and
/, don't consider the goods worth
the money. OF course, this don't
sound much ike the ducks who
write to you about your valuable
and able paper, but it's the truth
Just the same. You know that in
my business | need to do a good
deal OF lying, just as you do in
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